Finishing up an image that was laying around: Leslie Rashana and I were goofing about the concept for a silly milieu for comedy and light erotica in a space-opera setting. wherein unicorns, being a race of magically-powerful, well-intentioned, not terribly competent or smart, and exceedingly gullible busybodies, have formed a governing over a far reaching federation of systems: The Unicorn Federation (UNF for short).
You can kind of see where we were going, at that point.
In this case, Assistant Engineer Leslie Rashana responds to an inquiry from an officer while she's crouched in a service-hatch, and upon standing, finds her head firmly wedged in big heavy pointy-pony boobs.
Leslie doesn't seem to mind too much, and even better, this happens pretty regularly.